Spare and dusty, but well-built. Not so much the kind of music that is listened to as much as it is heard. Honey Stump is the campfire you enjoy from the other side of the lake. Intimate ~ and impersonal. Sacred and mundane, like water. Ancient and familiar, like sand burrs.
Roomy vocals, innate lyrics, harmonica, guitar, mandolin, lap steel, jaw harp and banjo. One foot in the river, one in the corn crib and one stamping out time. This ain't your daddy's devil music. It's your grandad's. Plus reverb.
Next to louder, sulkier and well-staffed bands, what Honey Stump might appear to lack in the personnel department is more than made up for with craftsmanship, resourcefulness and authenticity. What minimal equipment they use is probably second-hand and has clearly been purchased with the proceeds from the sale of their three slightly used egos. And if Honey Stump isn't playing live, you can be sure they will be doing the very same thing in somebody's living room, basement or out on the back porch. No hard sell here folks, just "a belly full of song."
Honey Stump is the echo more than the sound. The color of the sun with your eyes closed. The moment before you go and after you decide to leave. Honey Stump is the next point on the horizon. It is country and blues. It is what it must be like to breathe underwater.
Drink up. The well has been tapped. There's plenty for everyone.
John Hayden February 27, 2005
You have a soulful voice, HOney (Stump)! When are ya coming to nyc? Wanna make the drive to Omaha on Feb 1 for our cool show with Midwest Dilemma? I see Justin made a comment there on yer page. ;-)
Claire
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